Collins Does Solo RPG 'The Wretched'

Music (The Wretched – Chris Bissette)

Day 8, salvage ship The Wretched, Flight Engineer Collins Reporting.

Breakfast this morning was fun, there was quite a sour smell coming from the temp store fridge in the mess facility. On opening the door I was hit by a wave of stench, it certainly knocked me back and then made me wretch a bit, like a little sick in the mouth but not a full blown chunderfest thankfully.

So yeah. The fridge is knackered, I don’t have access to a spare and unfortunately Rub Al-Khali Prime next rotation deliveries will only deliver to known addresses… they don’t service places like the middle of buttfuck nowhere annoyingly.

The morning cereal was ruined and I had to settle for black tea, how terribly uncivilised. There is a very real chance that I will devolve into a complete savage at this rate. Nah not really, all joking aside this isn’t a huge issue, just some spoiled foodstuffs. The walk in freezer is still working and that has an anti-room which is used as a buffer between standard ships atmospherics and preservation atmospherics. It’s basically a fridge that I walk into by default so I’ll just store the minimum cold goods I need in there and force myself into more of a stock rotation, or rather, only pull out enough for the day and no more. To be fair I can’t really be wasting food, I don’t know how long I’ll be out here. Whilst I think about it I should probably look into rationing too. I seem to remember one of the early human exploration missions to other worlds met with a catastrophe and some bloke called Mark Watney had to grow his own food and stuff. Bet that was fun, can’t happen on this old bucket of bolts though, no soil, nothing to grow and I seem to remember poo being involved… sounds gross actually… oh brilliant back to wretching again.

Anyway, this evening I’ll count the rations, it’ll keep my mind off my little evil stalker that I can hear tapping his way around the hull. I wish I could figure out a way to make the hull lava or electrified or catch him in a jet of air or fire or something and blast him off into the nearest star.